Bleak Lies
Breaks the preoccupied
The Eidolon that is I
I manage to survive
In earth
I am the one
Which lies between
A child
And its inevitable hell
I
quintessential flaw of humankind
The angst of demised
Of denied
It ran
Five times out of nine
The first was divine
The last
had me almost free
Death is a strife
A pickled art
The testament of freedom
A testament of life
The world hates me
I hate it as well
death is my dream
Death is my rescue
like everyone else
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem